“My relationship with Jeanine wasn’t as smooth as it might have looked like to some people. We fought every day, almost every moment we were together. Somehow she would always find a reason to get annoyed at me and I’d always snap back at her.

“She had the temper of a butterfly. One moment, she’d be sitting on the top of a knife as if it were a bench, the other she’d stumble upon the grass before making her way to run over your corpse.

“That was so typically Jeanine.

“I remember that one time I forgot bringing her anything from a business trip, and when I returned home, she burst into tears – all for the sake of a tiny bottle of expensive perfume she could have boasted about to her friends later!

“I sometimes wondered if she really was the girl I had fallen in love with, now that she was a woman.

“I mean, it is not like we had never been assholes to each other – our relationship’s very existence was a battle of our ideas. We had bickered like the tides and the shore and embraced like the earth and the rain.